Seven seasSwimming them so wellGlad to seeMy face among themKissing the tortoise shell

A longing forSome fresher feelingsBelonging orJust forever kneelingWhere is the sense in stealingWithout the grace to be it

Burning my bridges and smashing my mirrorsTurning to see if you're cowardlyBurning the witches with mother religiousYou'll strike the matches and shower meIn water games, washing the rocks belowTaught and tamed in time with tear flow